ENDYMION.BOOK I.A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways 10 Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. ~ ~

By Denton J. Snider, Denton Jaques SniderI.The Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among thesuitors. She has taken the form of Mentes, the King of a neighboringtribe; she is in disguise as she usually is when she appears on earth.Who will recognize her? Not the suitors; they can see no God in theircondition, least of all, the Goddess of Wisdom. "Telemachus was muchthe first to observe her;" why just he? The fact is he was ready to seeher, and not only to see her, but to hear what she had to say. "For hesat among the suitors grieved in heart, seeing his father in his mind'seye," like Hamlet just before the latter saw the ghost. So careful isthe poet to prepare both sides--the divine epiphany, and the mortal whois to behold it. ~ ~

1. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever --- The Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among the suitors

"thing of beauty is joy for ever" (G/S + "-oddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors"/P) "Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors"

When speaking "Odyssey", if articulating [ŋ= w=] from English /S speaking posture and articulating "Odyssey" from English /P speaking posture, "Endymion" is metaphthong/MPh pronounced.

In similar way, when speaking "Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors" (instead of "THE Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among THE suitors"), if articulating "G" from English /S speaking posture and articulating "-oddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors" (continuously, without pause, like a word) from English /P speaking posture, "thing of beauty is joy for ever" is metaphthong/MPh pronounced. Et cetera.

2. Its loveliness increases --- She has taken the form of Mentes

"Its loveliness increases" (Sh/S + "-e has taken form of Mentes"/P) "She has taken form of Mentes"

3. it will never Pass into nothingness --- the King of a neighboring tribe

"it will never Pass into nothingness" (Kin/S + "-g of neighboring tribe"/P) "King of neighboring tribe"

4. but still will keep A bower quiet for us, --- she is in disguise as she usually is when she appears on earth.

"but still will keep bower quiet for us" (sh/S + "-e is in disguise as she usually is when she appears on earth"/P) "she is in disguise as she usually is when she appears on earth"

Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: From high Olympus had he stolen light, On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight Of his great summoner, and made retreat Into a forest on the shores of Crete. For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt; ~ ~

By Denton J. Snider, Denton Jaques SniderI.The Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among thesuitors. She has taken the form of Mentes, the King of a neighboringtribe; she is in disguise as she usually is when she appears on earth.Who will recognize her? Not the suitors; they can see no God in theircondition, least of all, the Goddess of Wisdom. "Telemachus was muchthe first to observe her;" why just he? The fact is he was ready to seeher, and not only to see her, but to hear what she had to say. "For hesat among the suitors grieved in heart, seeing his father in his mind'seye," like Hamlet just before the latter saw the ghost. So careful isthe poet to prepare both sides--the divine epiphany, and the mortal whois to behold it. ~ ~

* Odyssey >> (LAMIA /P)/GC/S/abT

1. The Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among the suitors --- Upon a time

* "Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors" >> ("Upon a time" /P)/GC/S/abT

And while taking /GC/S/abT speaking posture (as coarticulation posture); if articulating (or trying to speak) "Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among suitors" (instead of "The Goddess Pallas has already come down to Ithaca and stands among the suitors") from English /P speaking posture, "Upon a time" is metaphthong/MPh pronounced. Et cetera.

2. She has taken the form of Mentes --- before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods

* "She has taken form of Mentes" >> ("before faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from prosperous woods" /P)/GC/S/abT

3. the King of a neighboring tribe --- Before King Oberon's bright diadem

ENDYMION.BOOK I.A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways 10 Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. ~ ~

HYPERION.A FRAGMENT.BOOK I.

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. 10 A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity ~ ~

1. "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" >> ("Deep in the shady sadness of a vale" /P)/GC/S/abT

And while taking /GC/S/abT speaking posture (as coarticulation posture); if articulating (or trying to speak) "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" from English /P speaking posture, "Deep in the shady sadness of a vale" is metaphthong/MPh pronounced. Et cetera.

Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: From high Olympus had he stolen light, On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight Of his great summoner, and made retreat Into a forest on the shores of Crete. For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt; ~ ~

SONNETS

I. TO MY BROTHER GEORGE.

Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kist away the tears That fill'd the eyes of morn;--the laurel'd peersWho from the feathery gold of evening lean:--The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,-- Its voice mysterious, which whoso hearsMust think on what will be, and what has been.E'en now, dear George, ~ ~

Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kist away the tears That fill'd the eyes of morn;--the laurel'd peersWho from the feathery gold of evening lean:--The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,-- Its voice mysterious, which whoso hearsMust think on what will be, and what has been.E'en now, dear George, ~ ~

CALIDORE.A fragment.

Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;His healthful spirit eager and awakeTo feel the beauty of a silent eve,Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave;The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly.He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky,And smiles at the far clearness all around,Until his heart is well nigh over wound,And turns for calmness to the pleasant greenOf easy slopes, and shadowy trees that leanSo elegantly o'er the waters' brimAnd show their blossoms trim.Scarce can his clear and nimble eye-sight followThe freaks, and dartings of the black-wing'd swallow,Delighting much, to see it half at rest,Dip so refreshingly its wings, and breast'Gainst the smooth surface, and to mark anon,The widening circles into nothing gone.

Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kist away the tears That fill'd the eyes of morn;--the laurel'd peersWho from the feathery gold of evening lean:--The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,-- Its voice mysterious, which whoso hearsMust think on what will be, and what has been.E'en now, dear George, ~ ~

ISABELLA;

OR,

THE POT OF BASIL.

A STORY FROM BOCCACCIO.

I.

Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by; They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep But to each other dream, and nightly weep.

II.

With every morn their love grew tenderer, With every eve deeper and tenderer still; 10 He might not in house, field, or garden stir, ~ ~